And that in the end I don't really, really trust anybody. That I treat untrustful people the same as I treat trustful people and I can't discern the difference. And that because I can't discern the difference I just tend to create a wide chasm between me and everybody else and isolate myself.
We discussed how my abuser lives about 1-2 miles away from me and we live in the middle of nowhere and in order to get into town he has to come by my development everyday to get to the main road that takes you into town. Last appt I told her I was okay with this and that I felt just fine with it. She said I should not be okay with this. I am unlisted in the phone book, so he doesn't know where I live. And that I was also okay with being friends with his niece. His niece does not know where I live and I have taken precautionary measures to make sure I don't mention it on facebook or allow acquaintances to discuss it. She got really worried and said that I shouldn't be okay with this stuff.
She then got upset that I tend to use the internet for my form of socialization. Which I didn't really see as a problem. It helps me to keep a distance between people. And that at the end of the day I can just "shut them down". And if I don't want to talk, I can keep them shut down for days on end.
This part is triggering, sorry.
At the end of the session I was so upset that she considered this stuff so horrible. That I just forgave my mom, and live a mile from my abuser and use the internet for socialization and I didn't have the heart to tell her that I have this weird stockholm thing where I'm not only okay living within a mile of my abuser, but that sometimes I want to be closer to him. That if he asked me to I'd follow him anywhere. And yet I know how sick this is. I've been estranged from him since I was ten. She was so upset about me living near him and I just wanted to scream "ARE YOU KIDDING!? I WANT TO LIVE WITH HIM!" And I know that makes me a terrible person and I know that's disgusting. But I just can't help it. I don't know what's wrong with me.
